Bird In A Cage

I was 13 when we packed up in the city

and moved out west to a town in the country

everybody thought that we were so lucky

but I wasn’t all that sure

can you ever really take the city from the boy

well the first thing I missed was all the noise

it was so damn quiet I found it hard to sleep at night

in country town if you’re gonna be a blow-in

you have to be tough and gain respect

there’s no point in running to the priest or running back home

I never let anybody see me cry

that only happened once in bed at night

I missed my friends and I wondered what they were doing

out of the dark, into the light we go

bird in a cage, what are you waiting for

out of the dark, into the light we go

bird in a cage, somebody let it go

we ran a little shoe shop down on the main street

business was bad so we diversified

we sold fishing rods, knitting wool and ex-army gear.

one day my dad got in a mighty rage

when I was left in charge, I always gave wrong change

so instead I was given the job of fitting the shoes

I’d say it took us just about two years

till we were settled in and had nothing to fear

we were right on the edge the world with the setting sun

my brothers and sisters what would we have done

without each other we couldn’t have won

we made good friends and I still keep in touch today